“I look for something here, looking like a hard penis…” Suddenly she looked at me and then she smiled and said, “The easiest possibility I did...’t see!” I didn’t know, what she wanted but then she removed the bedcover and said, “Remove your pajama trousers!”I was surprised. “Oh mom, I can’t do this!”She smiled and said, “Oh baby, you are my son, i’ve seen you naked so often, stop making such a fuss!” I removed my pajama trousers and was lying half naked in my bed, alone with my mom. My cock was. It wasawfully flowery but she had discarded his old cologne, and checked himfrom time-to-time to make sure, as she liked to put it, 'that you smellas sweet as you look'.Just when he thought he might take a few minutes to further calmhimself, the doorbell rang. His wife called for him to answer it.With a sinking heart he went to the living room and got his hand on theknob. Marshall took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing infront of him was not a handsome swarthy man but his wife's. But he did it in a charming way.If anything, she was even more curious about him now. But Facebook wasn't the best venue to explore this on. She accepted his friend request, but the first message she sent her new friend was her private email address ... the one she checked a dozen times a day. She also told him she didn't look at her Face Book page all that often. The only other thing she said in that message was, "I'm not married. My last boyfriend was a jerk, and he kind of soured me on men. ” Wiping the tears from her eyes with my thumb. “We can’t have mum seen you like this on her birthday.”Smiling at me she took my hand, pulling me into the house, dragging me through a crowded living room into the kitchen, Lisa following behind. Reaching her destination, she shouted. “Mum!”She had her back to us. Hearing Jane’s voice, she turned quickly to face us. I was standing not more than a meter from her, face to face. Opening her arms, she looked up at the ceiling as she said. “Thank you,.